Another one bites the mud

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Tina was plowing through the thick sludge.

Her massive breasts bounced over the muck as she was getting closer to her mistress each second.

The heavy iron ball dragged a deep trench behind her, seemingly safely stuck in there.

Sophie was still writhing on the concrete at the starting line, her hands clutching her violated, empty asshole.

"Sophie!" I roared, my voice echoing off the corrugated metal walls. "Get up! Go after her! Rip that fucking thing out of her ass!"

Daphne let out an arrogant little chuckle, not reacting more than that.

Sophie flinched, her conditioning forcing her body to obey.

She dropped to her hands and knees and launched herself into the mud pit.

But she was slow.

She was trying to crawl. The thick, viscous sludge sucked at her bare knees and hands, and she was slipping, floundering in the muck while Tina steadily gained ground.

"Faster, you useless bitch!" I yelled, my heart hammering against my ribs.

On any other day I would have enjoyed her humiliating plunge into the brown stuff, but my whole fucking life was on the line.

Sophie pushed harder, but the mud was too slick. She slid onto her stomach, her B-cup breasts squishing into the cold, foul dirt. She let out a frustrated, muffled whine, scrambling to get back on all fours.

I gripped the railing next to me, my knuckles turning white.

Then, it hit me.

She doesn't have to crawl.

She hadn’t technically even started her race yet, not without a plug in her ass.

"Sophie!" I screamed. "Stand up! You don't have to crawl! Get on your fucking feet and catch up to her!"

Sophie froze in the mud. She quickly pushed herself up, her bare feet sinking deep into the sludge.

Sophie lunged forward, her legs pumping, the mud splashing up her pale thighs and splashing across her stomach.

Daphne’s smug expression vanished.

"Tina!" Daphne bellowed, her British accent cracking like a whip. "Defend yourself! Break that little twig in half!"

Tina stopped crawling. She looked over her shoulder just as Sophie closed the distance.

The blonde bimbo tried to stand up to meet the charge, but Sophie was on her too fast.

Sophie hit her like a freight train.

The two naked women crashed into the muck with a wet *SLAP*.

Mud flew everywhere as they rolled, a tangle of pale limbs, dark hair, and massive blonde braids.

Sophie scrambled over Tina’s thick hips, her hands desperately clawing for the chain dangling between the bimbo’s ass cheeks.

Tina shrieked, a high-pitched, breathy squeal, and bucked her hips.

While she might technically be just Daphne’s modified sextoy at this point, she was still significantly heavier and thicker than Sophie.

Tina rolled over, her massive, mud-caked breasts smashing directly into Sophie’s face, smothering her.

"Pull the plug out!" I yelled, my pulse roaring in my ears.

It was a completely primal spectacle.

Two beautiful, completely nude women, coated head-to-toe in dark, foul-smelling sludge, wrestling like wild animals.

Tina grabbed a handful of Sophie’s dark bob, yanking her head back.

Sophie retaliated by sinking her teeth into Tina’s thick forearm.

Holy shit.

That was quite… un-Sophielike.

Tina screamed, her giant tits slapping against Sophie’s tits as they grappled in the filth.

Despite the sheer terror of losing everything, I couldn't ignore the intense, throbbing heat in my groin.

Little Jack was rock hard.

Watching Sophie get reduced to a filthy, mud-wrestling savage was incredibly fucking hot.

I glanced over at Daphne.

Her face was flushed, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She was biting her lower lip, her breathing shallow and rapid.

The so-called “lorry driver” was getting off on this just as much as I was.

In the pit, the tide was turning.

Tina managed to get her knees under her, pinning Sophie flat on her back in the mud. Tina straddled Sophie’s waist, her thick thighs locking her down.

Tina grabbed Sophie by the throat with both hands, shoving her head deep into the sludge.

Sophie thrashed, her legs kicking wildly, mud flying into the air.

Bubbles erupted around her face as the foul water threatened to drown her.

Shit.

She’s going to kill her.

I looked at Daphne, waiting for her to call it off, but Daphne was just watching, completely enraptured by the show.

Then, my rational brain kicked in.

The Submission Accelerator's core rules. It was a while since I received them, but I could still remember them.

“The user can’t order other people to do: 1. Murder, 2. Suicide, 3. Extreme violence on someone or themselves”.

Daphne couldn't order Tina to kill Sophie.

Tina was just incapacitating her.

…But wouldn’t that be considered extreme violence?

Well, technically, Daphne wasn’t ordering Tina to do anything like that, she just told Tina to defend herself… So what if Tina decided, by herself… to kill Sophie?

Fuck. This was getting kinda serious.

For Sophie too.

Thank God I didn’t have to think about it much longer than that.

Sophie had stopped thrashing blindly and focused her energy.

Her hands, slick with mud, slid up Tina's slippery torso. She grabbed a fistful of Tina's massive, gravity-defying left breast and squeezed as hard as she humanly could, twisting the heavy flesh and digging her nails into the oversized pink nipple.

Tina let out a deafening, agonizing shriek, her hands instantly flying off Sophie's throat to protect her, if I had to guess, extremely sensitive and erogenous nipples.

Because of course Daphne would edit them to be like that.

Sophie gasped for air, coughing up muddy water, and violently bucked her hips.

She continued her attack by violently pinching…

Tina’s clit?

Sophie put the engorged bud between her thumb and forefinger and just…

Christ.

Tina’s shriek nearly tore apart my soul.

This really threw the top-heavy bimbo off balance.

They rolled again, slipping and sliding in the muck.

If, before today, anybody had asked me would I bet on Sophie to withstand a mud-wrestling match against anyone…

The struggle had completely disoriented them.

Instead of moving toward the finish line, their thrashing bodies were sliding backward, sliding along the slick bottom of the pit, all the way back toward the concrete edge where they had started.

Tina’s heavy iron ball clanked against the concrete lip of the starting line.

Somewhere in the mix, Sophie managed to knee Tina right in the cunt.

At that point, Tina’s strength left.

Sophie, fueled by pure adrenaline, snaked her leg around Tina’s waist, locking the bimbo down. Sophie scrambled up Tina's back, pinning the larger woman face-down in the mud.

Sophie didn't hesitate. She plunged her hand between Tina's thick, mud-covered ass cheeks, her fingers wrapping tight around the rusted iron chain.

"NO! Get up you damn cunt!" Daphne screamed from across the warehouse.

Sophie braced her knee against Tina’s spine and yanked backward with every ounce of strength she had left.

The thick silicone plug tore out of Tina's asshole with a wet *SCHLUCK*.

Tina’s body arched backward, a raw, primal scream tearing from her throat, bubbles of mud falling from her mouth.

She collapsed completely into the mud, her hands desperately clutching her over-stretched sphincter, hyperventilating in absolute agony.

Sophie still sat on top of her back, panting heavily, clutching the filthy plug and the attached chain.

She was completely unrecognizable—a mud-slicked demon with wild hair and cracked glasses.

"FUCK!" Daphne roared, slamming her fist against the railing. "Tina! You stupid fucking titballoon! Get up! You can’t possibly lose to that wiry fucking librarian!"

Tina just sobbed into the sludge, her heavily modified body trembling violently.

She couldn't follow the order.

It seemed like she had lost all her energy in the tussle, her erogenous areas painful and raw, and Sophie still had her body pinned.

I let out a quick, manic laugh.

My little Sophie had done it. She had neutralized the bimbo.

Sophie definitely had some weird, scary energy reserves inside her.

I remembered experiencing it first-hand when she was still obsessed about Lana.

Yeah fuck my worries. She was an excellent choice.

Now… to finish the race.

Her original plug—the one Tina had ripped out at the start of the race—was still far away.

My mind raced. If she had go all the way out there, find her plug, insert it, and then come all the way back to the start line just to begin the race properly, Tina might recover.

It was too much lost time.

I mentally reviewed the AI voice's instructions.

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The plug must be inserted into the competitor's rectum. They must pull the weight through the thick mud using only the gripping strength of their anal sphincter.

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I grinned, the sheer depravity of the loophole hitting me.

The rules never explicitly stated that a competitor had to use THEIR plug. They just had to use A plug to pull a weight across the finish line.

"Sophie," I called out, my voice cutting through Tina's continued desperate grunts and moans.

Sophie looked up at me.

I pointed directly at the piece of hardware in her hand.

"Use that one."

Sophie stared at the plug, then looked back at me, absolute revulsion instantly washing over her mud-caked features. She shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading with me.

"Stop stalling! Shove it up your ass. Now."

Sophie squeezed her eyes shut.

Her entire body shuddered with disgust, but the absolute power of her submission score left her no choice.

She turned her back to the pit, facing the concrete starting edge. She got up on her knees and pushed her hips back. With trembling hands, she reached around and spread her dirty cheeks.

She didn't have the luxury of my spit this time. She just had the mud of the pit and whatever Tina’s body had imprinted on the plug.

She pressed the filthy, massive silicone head against her still-tight sphincter.

Despite her efforts, it wasn’t going in.

Deciding she needed to use more force, she placed the plug against Tina’s surfaced back, and then just forced herself to sit on top of it.

She let out a muffled, agonizing squeal through her closed teeth as the plug shoved it’s way in.

The grime and mud ground against her sensitive nerves, the alien fluids violating her in the most degrading way possible.

The big-titted bimbo beneath her wasn’t liking it either.

(SOPHIE: +1SP) (+97SP)

Oh, a point?

Yeah… I guess all of this was more than enough to push a woman’s humiliation into new stratospheres.

"Good girl!" I praised her. "Now crawl, quickly. Come to me, clean your master’s shoes!"

Sophie dropped to all fours, the heavy chain pulling taut against her violated hole.

The iron ball dragged through the mud behind her.

She began to crawl.

It was agonizingly slow. Every movement pulled at her internal muscles, the thick plug threatening to slip out of her mud-lubricated ass.

But she kept moving, her face locked in a grimace of pure endurance.

"Tina!" Daphne kept screaming, her voice cracking with desperation. "Get up, you useless cow! She’s getting away!"

Behind Sophie, Tina finally managed to push herself up onto her hands and knees. Her perfectly braided blonde hair was a ruined, muddy mess.

But Sophie was already halfway across the pit.

Daphne, realizing that Tina was in no proper condition to catch up to Sophie, decided to change tactics. “Get her plug! The one you threw away! Fucking stick that in your hole and crawl here!!”

Tina got up, and limping with apparent injuries crawled towards the weighted plug she had torn out of Sophie’s asshole.

I stood at the finish line, my arms crossed, watching Sophie drag herself through the filth.

She definitely wasn’t as fast a crawler as Tina had been, but the lead was getting so big that it hardly mattered anymore.

Her breasts swung heavily, coated in dark mud.

Her breathing was ragged, her muscles burning with exhaustion.

"Come on, Sophie," I murmured. "Almost here."

She carved the final few feet through the mud. She reached the concrete lip of the finish line and dragged herself out of the mud, collapsing onto the hard floor right at my feet.

She was panting heavily, her chest heaving, the heavy chain dangling from her ass, anchoring her to the pit.

"You're not done," I reminded her coldly.

I took a step back, presenting my leather loafers.

They were completely caked in the foul, wet sludge she had already gotten intimately familiar with.

Sophie slowly lifted her head.

She looked at the filthy shoes, then up at my face.

Behind her, in the pit, Tina had already successfully plugged herself and plunged herself back into the mud.

I looked down at Sophie. "Tongue out now, cunt."

Sophie didn't hesitate anymore. The fight was completely gone from her.

She was a hollowed-out shell, existing only to serve my whims and for me to win this fucking tournament.

She leaned forward, her face hovering inches from my right shoe. She opened her mouth, sticking out her pink tongue.

She pressed her tongue flat against the toe of my leather loafer and began to lick.

The taste must have been horrific.

But she didn't gag.

She didn't pull away.

She dragged her tongue up the side of my shoe, gathering the thick, foul mud into her mouth.

Like a true champ.

(SOPHIE: +1SP) (+98SP)

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